Rival
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“I think you’re right.”
Gage reluctantly pulled away from Yorn so that the men could finish work on the fence. Gage and Hunter headed toward the veranda to watch the men work. They sat down on the bench that eased from the ceiling.
“He likes you,” Gage said.
“Yeah. I know, but I’m playing hard to get.”
“Yes, you are.” Gage sighed. “I feel like we abandoned our world.”
“We did. But I left instruction for the lab workers to start slowly sending people through.”
“You did?”
“Yep. Who know if they actually will or not.”
“There haven’t been as many storms since we came through.”
“No, there hasn’t.”
They watched the first sun begin to set and every ten minutes, the second and third went down, hiding behind the planets way off in the solar system. The guys finished up but looked as though they were in no hurry to rush inside for dinner. A smile tipped the corners of Gage’s lips as he watched Yorn’s back muscles flexed as he bent over. Damn. He had a nice ass.
Lightning twisted down from the sky. Hunter and Gage headed out into the courtyard, listening to the sounds of the beasts cawing as they took cover in the trees. The lightning storm got bad very quickly. It was a sign. The wormhole could open again. Gage was charting the storms, trying to figure out how to time them. So far, he couldn’t figure out the cycle. It felt so random.
Yorn headed his way. “Take cover soon.”
“We will,” Gage said. “Promise.”
Hunter merely glared at Kelin, who responded with a sensual sneer of his own. The two needed to figure that shit out. For real. The sexual tension between them was becoming unbearable to deal with.
The wind blew. Gage lifted the binoculars, looking down at the zone where they stepped into Yorn’s world. Every time a storm hit, they looked to see if any from their world stepped through. None had—until today.
“Take a look,” Gage said.
“Son of a bitch. I didn’t think Trevor had the guts to step through.”
“Neither did I. He’s the last I expected to land here.”
“You want to go help him?” Hunter asked.
Gage chuckled. “I don’t think we have a choice in the matter.”
They started to head down the hillside but stopped when they saw the portal flare open as though a gust of energy had gone through it. What the hell? It wasn’t only Trevor who had stepped through. It was the government issued Hot Jocks. They were known for being hardcore soldiers. They were fucked. Why had they sent them through?
Trevor started to run from them, but one of the soldiers lifted his weapon, tranquilizing him in his path. He froze in mid-run. His face twisted up in pure fear. What the actual fuck was happening?
“Jesus Christ,” Hunter said.
“We can’t help him. We can’t help any of them now.”
Yorn came up behind them, hearing the commotion. “Who are they?”
“Soldiers from our world,” Hunter said.
“The Elite will have to step in. We can’t risk any of them coming here.”
It was true. They would destroy all of them. They couldn’t offer any of them their protection. Poor Trevor. The male didn’t stand a chance. Lights flashed within the sky as ships took flight surrounding the army. It wasn’t long before they had them immobilized and caged. Tears were stinging Gage’s eyes as they took his brother, Trevor away. He sniffled as Yorn held him close. He shouldn’t have come back. Now they were all in danger.
“It’s okay,” Yorn said.
“No. It’s not. It never will be now.”
Their eyes met. When he looked within Yorn’s alien eyes, he saw his future. He saw everything. He wanted a family with the alien. He didn’t know how or ever if it could happen, but he would find a way. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Does this male mean something to you?”
“Yes. He’s like a brother to me. Can we save him?”
“Yes. I’ll find a way.”
They kissed. Gage held on tight to Yorn as he watched the ships take flight, heading into the city where they were not permitted to go. He was certain in that moment that he would find a way to get Trevor home. He would also vowed to find a way to close the wormhole. They couldn’t risk any more from their world coming through.
To be continued…
THE END
Author Biography
Tatum Throne lives in Cincinnati with her real life hero, Mr. Throne.
She has a master’s degree in social work that she received from the University of Cincinnati. She left the field of medical social work in 2007 to be a stay-at-home mom of three rowdy boys, and to pursue her dreams of writing romance.
When not indulging her fantasies or writing, Tatum enjoys heading to the beach to build sandcastles with her boys, hiking in Red River Gorge, and spreading awareness of eosinophilic disorders.
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